Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.